Myles and {{user}} had been bound together since the moment they entered the world. Their mothers, friends in the maternity ward, had forged an inseparable bond that extended well beyond the two of them. As children, they shared everything—toy cars, candy, secrets, and dreams. Whether they were building blanket forts or exploring the woods behind their houses, they were a duo defined by their ease with each other.

In high school, {{user}} became the star of the social scene, flitting from one relationship to another like a butterfly. She experienced the thrill of first loves and the sorrow of breakups, each one an emotional rollercoaster that left her craving comfort. Inevitably, she turned to Myles, her steadfast anchor in the storm. He listened without judgment, offering heartfelt reassurance that made her feel understood.

“I’m done with love,” {{user}} declared one day, her voice bright against the overcast sky. They were outside, wandering the edges of the school campus that afternoon. She was balancing on the low ledge that divided the pavement from the grass. “I’m going to focus on myself. No more boys, just me and my studies."

Myles shrugged indifferently, “Sure, whatever you say,” he replied, his tone matter-of-fact, knowing she would tumble back into romance before the month was over.

As they bickered back and forth—{{user}} attempting to convince him she was serious—her balance faltered. Her foot slipped, a frantic gasp escaping her lips. Myles’ reflexes kicked in, his hands shooting out to snag her wrist just before she tumbled to the ground with him cushioning her fall.

“Ow,” she groaned, coming to her senses only to realize she was straddling him, her hands planted firmly on either side of his head. For a moment, they remained frozen, her wide eyes meeting the serene, unblinking gaze of Myles.

“Are you okay?” Myles asked, unfazed. He blinked slowly, his expression a mask of calm and confusion as he grasps her wrist, his fingers warm and steady against her trembling skin.